Stories Of The Street

Akkoorden in dit liedje

The (Em)stories of the (G)street are mine, the (Bm)Spanish voices (F#m)laugh
The (Em)Cadillacs go (G)creeping now through the (BM)night and the poison (F#m)gas,
and (Em)I lean from my (C)window sill in this (D)old hotel I (F#)chose,
yes (B)one hand on my (E)suicide, (B)one hand on the (A)rose (E)(Em)

I know you've heard it's (G)over now and (Bm)war must surely (F#m)come,
the (Em)cities they are (G)broke in half and the (Bm)middle men are (F#m)gone
But (EM)let me ask you (C)one more time, O (D)children of the (F#)dusk,
All (B)these hunters who are (E)shrieking now oh (B)do they speak for (A)us? (E)(Em)

And where do all these (G)highways go, (Bm)now that we are (F#m)free?
Why (Em)are the armies (G)marching still (Bm)that were coming home to (F#m)me?
O (Em)lady with your (C)legs so fine O (D)stranger at your (F#)wheel,
You are (B)locked into your (E)suffering and your (B)pleasures are the (A)seal (E)(Em)

The age of lust is (G)giving birth, and (Bm)both the parents (F#m)ask
the (Em)nurse to tell them (G)fairy tales on (Bm)both sides of the (F#m)glass
And (Em)now the infant (C)with his cord is (D)hauled in like a (F#)kite,
and (B)one eye filled with (E)blueprints, one (B)eye filled with (A)night (E)(Em)

O come with me my (G)little one, (Bm)we will find that (F#m)farm
and (Em)grow us grass and (G)apples there and (Bm)keep all the animals (F#m)warm
And (Em)if by chance I (C)wake at night and I (D)ask you who I (F#)am,
O take (B)me to the (E)slaughterhouse, I will (B)wait there with the (A)lamb (E)(Em)

With one hand on the (G)hexagram and (Bm)one hand on the (F#m)girl
I (Em)balance on a (G)wishing well that (Bm)all men call the (F#m)world
We (Em)are so small (C)between the stars, (D)so large against the (F#)sky,
and (B)lost among the (E)subway crowds I (B)try to catch your (A)eye (E)(Em)